If it had been before, Cesar Pendleton might have laughed out loud.
"Even if a Daluo Golden Immortal came, they wouldn't be able to escape!"
But now, his hand holding the baton was trembling slightly, and cold sweat was streaming down his forehead uncontrollably.
"You... what are you going to do..."
He staggered back a few steps, hiding behind his own entourage. But his followers were shaking just as much, without any intention of moving.
The fight between the two had just now been very clear to everyone; who would dare to act out of turn?
"I'm warning you..."
"You're warning me?"
Julius Reed interrupted Cesar Pendleton, smiling as he asked, "With just you, you think you're fit to threaten me?"
That question left Cesar Pendleton speechless.
Indeed, now that Irving Harris had positioned himself against him, with just these few people, what waves could he possibly stir?
"Sever your legs yourself and crawl out from here!"
